More Poems 2006

Your hands cuddle & caress...

cradle me

mold me

I'm a fool for not letting you

do this more often.

you understand my thoughts...

your temper

not phased by my emotions

Words can not express

how you impress yourself upon me

You blow my mind with

one thought of you.

& you overwhelm me with you

presence & in your glory.

I'm amazed at the faithfulness of

your love, gentleness and mercy.

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These are the times when I miss you the most...

When my mind is clouded and

I can't see the promises around me.

You lead me through these places

and make me see..

there is more inside of me.

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There is a pang

in my chest and it

pounds and pulses...

I can not say why,

my breath catches...

Or why my face flushes and that familiar tingle

starts to

creep

up my thigh...

I can not explain why the world dims,

life slows its pace

and time begins to stop...

I can not describe how everything

is rose coloured

and a gleam

sparkles in my eye...

from the sight of you...

I can not express why my voice softens

and my paitence extends...

I can not mention the memories

that race through my mind...

or why the giggles from our pillow talk

co-erce a half lip-bitten smile

from my lips...

I can not convery how hard it is

not to settle into your arms

and kiss and caress you at night.

I can not articulate the amount of

strength it takes to

control this dam of tears...

from the thought of missing you...

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The Fight

My pen feels weak in my hands.

My emotions seem to pour

like a hourglass full of sand.

with every inhale my chest trembles

With every exhale more tears stream.

I can feel the adrenaline coursing through me,

down to my toes.

It was not the thud of his punches

landing on my chest that hurt.

His chokehold around my neck

did not take away my breath

My scratches at his throat were trying to do more

than release his grip

and my stance was not one of retreat.

A fight is a fight,

thats not what rips into me.

What hurts is that we share the same blood.

We should be friends, we should be able

to look out

and protect.

To see each other's hearts and respect.

We should be able to stay calm and collected

in our thoughts and words.

This is bothe the hurt and the hope that cages this rage.

It is the love that fuels this hate.

These are the wounds that sting as I cry.

These are the scars that I try to hide.

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